Pride

While talking to my wife on the phone, Them's "I Can Only Give You Everything" was playing in the background. "Wait," she said. "That sounds like something else." The Troggs version perhaps?

"No. The guitar is lower and it's not garage."

O.K. How about Todd Rundgren's "Couldn't I Just Tell You"? No? How about the Wondermints' version of "Couldn't I Just Tell You"? No? How about Game Theory's?

I got the point. It wasn't any of them. She was adamant about the guitar riff. Treble Charger or Flashing Lights, she thought. No. We couldn't find it.

She was obsessed. Then, a bolt of lightning hit.

"'Devil's Haircut!'" she yelled. "Beck!", I screamed.

And the guitar was lower. Exact same riff.

I was proud of her for the obsession, finding the tenuous thread and following it. Not giving up.

Now she knows how I spend every waking moment. Everything is connected to something else. This song was done by this guy and played in this movie with this actor who was married to this writer who inspired this painter who became a children's television host who solicited a hooker who went on to Congress.

It's all connected damn it. Everything.

I'm so proud of her.

I need psychological help.